Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Monks,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.